Control Freak

My mom is a control freak. There, I said it. And it’s true! From the way I dress to the food I eat to the directions to get somewhere she has never been to, she has to control every aspect of my life. Of course, when you’re younger, you don’t realize the full extent of your mom’s personality. But I’m a grown up now, a woman from every angle you look at me. And I can’t take it anymore.

My mom is also a bondage enthusiast. Sounds weird? Well, I guess maybe “weird” is the middle name in my family. And if you think about it, it’s not that unusual, actually. I mean, my mom is in her fifties. That means that she was a wild party animal in the 90s; and that was not exactly a prudish decade.

My mom and I do Shibari scenes together. Sounds even weirder? Well, get used to it! For me, it makes perfect sense. The only way to control every aspect of the scene is if she herself plays rigger.

Now, as you can imagine, I was the perfect example of submission. But as I grew up, I began to question my role. So, a few months ago, I decided that things had to change.

Things were going on as usual on our scene. However, once we finished the preparations, I grabbed my mom and began tying her. Before she knew it, I had totally restrained her. As I tied her, I explained to her the best I could that she was a fuckin’ control freak, and that I wouldn’t take any of it anymore!

At first, of course, she fought back. But she gradually understood that only I would decide when it was time to untie her. More importantly, she gradually began listening to what I was saying.

All in all, things are better now. I can assure you that.

This is my Shibari story.